HUDSON FALLS- Marijane L. Hall, 63, passed away on Monday, May 28, 2018, at Glens Falls Hospital, with her family by her side.
Born on March 23, 1955, in Glens Falls, she was the daughter of Yvonne Jones (Hunnington) Goldsmith and the late William Goldsmith.
Marijane graduated from Hudson Falls High School.
On December 15, 1979, she married Henry. B. Hall Sr. at St. Michael’s Church in South Glens Falls.
For the past 18 years, Marijane has been working at Angio Dynamics.
She loved riding motorcycles, spending time with her grandkids and cruising around in her Toyota Celica GT. Marijane enjoyed crafting and going to garage sales. She would do anything for anybody, even if she didn’t know them. She always had enough food on the table for her kids and friends.
In addition to her father, she was predeceased by her brother, Norman, who died at birth.
Survivors include her husband, Henry B. Hall, Sr. of Hudson Falls; her children, Sally Stevens and her husband, Michael of North Carolina, Henry B. Hall, Jr. and his wife, Reena of Hudson Falls, Angela Mattison and her husband, Jamie of Fort Edward; her grandchildren, Barry Vachula and Alissa Vachula, Vladimir Nikolai Booska and Isis Marie Hall, Jade Lauralie Mattison; her great grandson, Gabe Bullins; her brother, William (Lisa) Goldsmith of Indiana; and several nieces, nephews and cousins.
There are no calling hours. Burial will take place at a later date at Fort Ann Cemetery.
The family suggests that donations in Marijane’s name be made to the American Diabetes Association, 2 Pine West Plaza, Suite 505, Albany, NY 12205.
So sorry to hear about Maryjane. I worked with her at Navilyst. What a crazy sweet lady she was.
Angie and family
I’m sorry to hear about mom
Henry and Reena –
Uncle Danny and I were sorry to hear of this loss. We are thinking of you all and sending our love.
I was so sorry to learn of Maryjane’s passing. I worked at the Rite Aid in Hudson Falls, and she was one of the sweetest ladies. I was always happy to see her. Wishing you peace and comfort at this sad time.
Elena Scrivo